Master Charlie Was Tricked By A Woman

Forgiveness?

She was most afraid of forgiving people.

York Charlie could easily hurt her because of a misunderstanding, and now he coaxed her and wanted her to forgive?

Blanche Capra thought it was ridiculous, but the sad thing was, she actually hesitated.

She loved this man.

After a long hesitation, Blanche Capra chose to remain silent, she didn’t want to answer the question, she couldn’t.

York Charlie could see the difficulty in her eyes, he understood everything – she still resented him.

The hand that was tightly wrapped around Blanche Capra’s waist slowly loosened, and York Charlie left the bedroom without saying a word to her.

What he was thinking, she wasn’t sure.

Blanche Capra sat down and ruffled all of her hanging hair behind her head, not relieved by York Charlie’s departure, but rather heavier.

“Damn, how am I supposed to answer a question like that …”

…

Blanche Capra was awakened early the following morning by a tinny ringing.

She frowned, she hadn’t slept well last night and it was hard to fall asleep without being disturbed again.

It was Nadia calling.

Blanche Capra’s squinted eyes snapped open and all the discontent on her face was dispelled.

She picked up immediately, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just asking you out for dinner and shopping, are you free?”

“Sure, find a place and I’ll be right there.” Blanche Capra hung up the phone and lifted the covers off the bed.

Half an hour later, Blanche Capra was at the place Nadia had arranged to meet – a cafe.

Nadia, however, didn’t show up.

She ordered a coffee and sat down before calling Nadia, “I’m here, why don’t I see you.”

“I’m stuck in traffic here, I’ll be late.” Nadia looked at the long line of cars in front of her, she was getting antsy.

“Okay, I know, take your time.” Blanche Capra reassured her, she figured York Charlie wouldn’t be back for a couple days.

Hanging up the phone, Blanche Capra picked up her coffee and took a sip, she looked east and west, her whole body was lazy and had little energy.

Because of this, she was completely oblivious to the sight outside – Moore Howard was wearing a mask and hat, making sure that the people around him didn’t recognize him.

The more he looked at the languid Blanche Capra, the more his heart clogged. He’s running around now, and she’s climbed up York Charlie and started living the life of a rich man.

“Blanche Capra, I won’t let you live in peace.”

Collecting his telephoto lens, he glanced at the thick stack of information in his hand, his smile sharp and twisted under his mask.

…

Blanche Capra had guessed correctly that York Charlie had had almost zero interaction with her in the last few days.

When he came back, she was asleep. When she woke up, he was off to work.

They were going cold turkey that way.

Blanche Capra’s heart is clogged, but she’s not willing to let her down.

She stayed here in the villa every day, being her canary.

The maid came up with dessert and knocked on the door, “Miss Capra, the macaroons from the store you asked for are back for you, along with a letter.”

“Letter?” Blanche Capra frowned, she thought to herself is it hard to believe someone else is coming to attack her?

“Fine, just set it on the coffee table.”

Only after the maid left did Blanche Capra get up from her hanging chair on the balcony to read the letter.

She always had a bad feeling in the back of her mind, and every time she felt that way, she’d won the lottery.

Sure enough, Blanche Capra’s heart nearly stopped as soon as she saw that the sender had written, “the Russell family know-it-all.”

Who was this sending her this?

Was there anyone else in the know about the Russell family?

Blanche Capra was so excited and terrified that she held the letter in her hand, which was shaking so much that she could hardly hold it.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

She opened the envelope and inside was a stack of papers.

When Blanche Capra finished reading, the papers slipped out of her hands and landed on the carpet with a muffled thud.

It turned out that her mom and dad were really killed by the Charlie family, and if she wasn’t lucky, she would have died under the Charlie Group as well.

She was actually still with York Charlie, she really was crazy.

The truth in this document was a bolt from the blue for Blanche Capra, her thoughts were all over the place and her vision was blurred.

Her body went limp and Blanche Capra sat down on the couch.

Tears sprang from her hollow eyes, her slightly parted lips trembled, and even her breathing was beyond her control, the air in her lungs felt as if it had been drained from her.

The maid who came up to bring her tea was taken aback when she saw her frozen there without speaking, “Miss Capra, what’s wrong with you? Are you unwell somewhere?”

Blanche Capra didn’t say anything, she just cried, and the more she cried, the more she cried, the more the maid was scared, she wiped her tears and handed her water, “Miss Capra, calm down.”

Seeing Blanche Capra still crying, the maid sighed, “Wait a minute, I’ll call President Charlie.”

It was only when the words came out of her mouth that Blanche Capra woke up as if in a dream and screamed, “Don’t call him, I’m fine, I’m just not getting over something.”

She was hurting all over now, but it didn’t matter anymore, she couldn’t keep crying like this.

The maid was still a little hesitant, “Is that so …”

“Well, I’m fine, thank you.” Blanche Capra told her to go down, just as a phone call came in, the bedroom door was open and the sound came in.

The maid listened to the call and immediately came up to report to Blanche Capra, while the other took charge of York Charlie.

“Mrs. Casey is awake!”

Blanche Capra’s tears came to an abrupt end, like a symphony of pathos without a finale, and she calmed down so quickly that her brain didn’t slow down.

All she knew was that she had to make a trip to Mrs. Casey.

Mrs. Casey must know the truth, too.

Considering that York Charlie was still at work at this hour and shouldn’t be rushing back to the hospital right away, Blanche Capra hurriedly changed her clothes and rushed to the hospital without even putting her hair up.

The first person Mrs. Casey saw when she opened her eyes was Blanche Capra, and she was startled, then frowned, clearly not welcoming her visit.

“You’ve had a long sleep, are you feeling okay?” Blanche Capra asked her with an expressionless face.

Mrs. Casey suddenly felt a chill down her spine and didn’t dare respond to her, she didn’t know how the situation had changed during her coma – there was no way Shireen Miller was going to be Mrs. Charlie.

Blanche Capra’s face was ashen as she held the document out and asked Mrs. Casey, “Did your family kill my parents back then?”

Mrs. Casey frowns, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about?”

“I don’t know if you remember. The Russell family that was brutally murdered.”

Mrs. Casey looked shocked at the mention of it, her pupils constricting violently while the rise and fall of her tube-plugged chest increased.

Blanche Capra watched her reaction and her heart went cold.

“Remember Brandi? If it wasn’t for her luck, she wouldn’t be dying under you guys.”

It wasn’t like that.

Mrs. Casey shook her head, yet she hadn’t been able to speak, her throat couldn’t make a sound no matter what, instead the changes in the EKG next to her were getting louder and louder.

Blanche Capra, seeing that Mrs. Casey didn’t seem quite right, rushed to ring the bell for the nurse.

Turning back, York Charlie walks up.

Blanche Capra’s face is as icy as his, and the atmosphere of the place.

It was only when the doctor arrived in time that Mrs. Casey regained her composure.

“The patient just woke up, she’s not quite stable yet, we can’t stimulate her.”

The doctor finished and walked out.